I wish you never looked at me that way.
"Dear friend, far off, my lost desire, so far, so near in woe and weal, o loved the most, when most I feel there is a lower and a higher; known and unknown, human, divine; sweet human hand and lips and eye; dear heavenly friend that canst not die, mine, mine, forever, ever mine; strange friend, past, present, and to be; loved deeplier, darklier understood; behold, I dream a dream of good, and mingle all the world with thee."
-Lord Tennyson Alfred
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